His lips cracked another smile as he almost coyly shook his head. "Nah, I'm not the tattoo artist."
Instead of focusing on telling J-S not to feel stupid, he gave the man a long, appraising look as he pulled another drag from his smoke. His eyes narrowed thoughtfully as he exhaled a stream of smoke.
"Eyebrow or labret. Either one would look good on you."
His eyes drifted downward, the chocolate colored irises scanning J-S's clothed body for only a moment. "I'm not sure about anywhere else."